This is a song about "I have a kid pregnant at 13 called whore and got haters i m a tough bad bitch queen"

I could be a normal kid, lookin' at colleges,

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Know just what your worth

I got a lot of haters.

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Dreamt i fucked a bad bitch and woke up on time

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Mom ingested while pregnant/ wonder why i have these